The news of the blocked accounts turned the drawing room into a literal battlefield. Viktor and Anashia who were allies just moments ago stood facing each other like mortal enemies.
Viktor, blinded by rage, lunged at Anashia and grabbed him by the collar.
Viktor: (Screaming) "Because of you! All of this happened because of your disgusting greed! If you hadn't touched Alia like that last night, if you hadn't humiliated her she would never have gone this far to destroy us! You forced her hand!"
Anashia wasn't about to back down. He shoved Viktor's hands away and pushed him back forcefully:
Anashia: "My fault alone? Didn't you stand there and enjoy it last night? You dreamed of being the Dark Lord! Now look your 'puppet' CIA agent has stripped you of everything. It's your cowardice that brought us to this!"
The verbal spat escalated into physical violence. Losing all restraint, Viktor landed a vicious punch on Anashia's jaw. Anashia crashed to the floor but scrambled up like a wild animal, tackling Viktor to the ground. They were now wrestling on the floor, trading brutal blows. The sound of expensive furniture shattering echoed through the mansion.
Alia watched the scene from above. Still holding her cigarette, she leaned back on the sofa, exhaling smoke with a look of sadistic satisfaction. She knew that when pride becomes blind, men end up fighting their own shadows. Today, Viktor and Anashia were drowning in their own blood, and Alia sat back to enjoy the carnage exactly how a Godmother enjoys the fall of her enemies.Alia sat back, listening to the chaos below, and opened her laptop. Her fingers danced across the keys with lethal precision as she transferred $1 Billion into Ivan's offshore account. As soon as she heard the faint chime of Ivan's phone confirming the transaction, a satisfied smirk played on her lips Ivan was now her most loyal asset.
She then adjusted her silk wrap, smoothing out her expression into one of feigned concern and innocence. She descended the stairs slowly, acting as if she had just woken up and stumbled upon this absolute carnage.
Below, Viktor and Anashia were sprawled on the floor, panting and covered in each other's blood. Alia stepped right between them. Her calm, cold presence instantly silenced the violent atmosphere of the room.
In an incredibly stern voice, she said, "What is the meaning of this? Why are you two fighting like children? Have you lost every shred of dignity you had?"
Before Viktor or Anashia could even utter a word, Alia leaned down and, with lightning speed, delivered a vicious slap to both of their faces. The sound of the strikes echoed sharply through the hall.
Alia: (Raising her voice) "Enough! I am exhausted from the drama you've put me through since last night. And now, just because of some financial trouble, you're trying to kill each other? You both should be ashamed!"
Stunned by the slaps, both men fell silent. They never imagined Alia would have the audacity to lay a hand on them. But in the face of her 'Godmother' persona, they were so powerless that they couldn't even protest. Alia played her part perfectly acting as the concerned peacemaker while being the silent architect of their absolute ruin. The three of them sat on the sofa in an eerie silence. Viktor had tears in his eyes, trembling with a mix of rage and humiliation. The once-mighty mafia lord was now broken, having been slapped and stripped of his wealth in his own home.
Alia acted as the "caretaker," holding a bowl of ice. She gently pressed the ice against Viktor's swollen cheek and then moved to soothe Anashia's face with the same feigned tenderness. Her expression was one of calm superiority, as if she were rescuing them from their own mess.
At that moment, Alia's most loyal maid, Maria, entered the room. She stood beside Alia, holding a tray of drinks. Alia looked into the eyes of Viktor and Anashia and let out a mocking laugh.
Alia: "Maria, look at them! The men who thought they owned the world last night are now trying to kill each other over a bank call. Tell me, Viktor... Anashia... do you honestly believe you still have any money left? Take a good, long look at your accounts again."
Alia pulled the ice away and glanced at Maria before turning back to the men.
Alia: "Actually, the problem isn't your money it's your perspective. You thought you could maintain power by humiliating and using a woman. But remember, when the Godmother makes a move, even kings become beggars. The fact that you're penniless today is just the beginning. The real game hasn't even started yet."
Maria handed Alia a tablet. Alia took a sip of her drink and lifted Viktor's chin with her finger, whispering, "Stop crying, Viktor. From now on, it's not your money that runs this palace it's my command. And Maria will be the one keeping track of your every move."Alia suddenly stopped applying the ice. Seeing the sheer despair and emptiness in Viktor and Anashia's eyes, she decided to shift the game. She knew that in a game of cat and mouse, if you kill the mouse too soon, the fun ends. This was the perfect moment to reignite their hope, only to lead them into a bigger trap.
Alia pulled out her phone and typed rapidly. A command was sent to Ivan instantly. The money hadn't actually vanished; Ivan had simply hidden it in a 'shadow server.'
Right then, in the pin-drop silence of the room, both Viktor and Anashia's phone notification tones went off simultaneously.
Ding... Ding!
Viktor pulled his phone out with trembling hands. Anashia lunged for his mobile as well. Across their screens flashed the notifications of their lost millions being restored.
Viktor: (In disbelief) "Wait! My money... it's all back! Not a single cent is missing! Who sent this?"
Anashia: (Wide-eyed) "Mine too! My Swiss account balance is back to normal. But how is this possible? Why would the hacker who blocked us suddenly return everything?"
Alia leaned back on the sofa with a cryptic smile, signaling Maria to serve the drinks. She spoke in a hauntingly calm voice
Alia: "What's the matter? Why so surprised? I told you to change your perspective. Money comes and goes. But the invisible hand that took your wealth is the same hand that gave it back. Now the question is, do you really think this money belongs to you anymore? Or is it just 'charity' I've decided to grant you?"
Viktor and Anashia stared at each other. The joy of getting their money back was quickly eclipsed by a chilling realization. They understood that the remote control of their lives was no longer in their hands it was firmly under Alia's thumb.As Viktor and Anashia celebrated their restored wealth, Alia stood up and glided behind Viktor. She leaned down and whispered into his ear in an intoxicating tone—
Alia: "Enough of this fight for money and power... Let's be intimate tonight, shall we? Let's forget everything and keep some time just for ourselves."
At this unexpected proposal, a cryptic and sinister smirk played on Viktor's lips. He pulled Alia closer. He was laughing, but there was nothing innocent about it. Viktor is incredibly cunning; he knew exactly what Alia was doing. He sensed that this sudden affection was a calculated move to lure him into a massive trap.
Viktor thought to himself, "Alia, do you think you can blind me with your charms? You're forgetting who I am. I am Viktor a man who knows no mercy."
Viktor gripped Alia's chin, looking directly into her eyes with a piercing gaze that would make anyone shudder. He had reached an extremely dangerous level. He decided to play along with Alia's game, but his true intent was to strike back the moment she felt most secure.
Holding her tightly, Viktor whispered back, "Of course, Alia. Tonight is ours. Let's see how much more poison you've hidden behind this 'love' of yours."
Anashia watched the scene from the side, knowing full well that when Viktor smiles and remains this calm, he is at his most lethal. The air in the room was now thick not with desire, but with the silent, explosive tension of an impending war.Inside the room, Viktor's primal and savage side had taken over. He knew Alia was trying to trap him, and in his fury, he was in no mood to show any mercy. In the dark room, only the sound of heavy breathing and their struggle could be heard.
Viktor exerted absolute control over Alia. Every move he made was rough and fueled by a need for vengeance. Alia had expected romance, but Viktor had forced her into an agonizingly intense experience.
Alia began to cry softly, tears streaming down her face from the sheer intensity. She never imagined Viktor could reach such a lethal level of aggression. A cry of pain escaped her lips—
Alia: "Ahhhhh... Viktor... stop! Why are you being so rough? Please... f#... I can't take this anymore!"
But Viktor was deaf to her pleas. He seemed to savor the sound of her crying. He gripped her hair, pulling her even closer, and whispered in a bone-chilling voice
Viktor: "Wanted to be a Godmother, didn't you? Remember, Alia before you try to be a tigress, you have to learn how to fight the tiger. There is no mercy tonight. Tonight, we settle the scores."
Alia realized that by playing with fire, she was getting burned herself. Viktor's sheer ferocity was draining every bit of strength from her body and mind. Even if the storm outside had stopped, this dark night inside the room had turned into a living nightmare for her.Inside the room, every molecule of air was heavy with Viktor's primal rage. Viktor had no remorse; instead, he was dragging Alia into a dark abyss where mercy or forgiveness did not exist. Every move was calculated and terrifying. Alia could no longer bear the pressure of that intense agony.
As Viktor reached his ultimate and deep level of cruelty, Alia's body convulsed in pain. She could only moan in a broken voice
Alia: "Hummmmmm... oh no... Viktor! Please... no more..."
Alia's fair skin turned a deep shade of red from the sheer pain and exertion. Tears flowed uncontrollably down her face, her cheeks flushed a bright crimson from crying. At that moment, Viktor truly embodied a Russian Dark Lord. He seemed to savor the sound of her sobs as if they were a melody of his victory. Seeing the sweat and tears mingled on Alia's forehead only made him more feral.
Alia felt her control slipping away entirely. She burst into a heavy sob and choked out
Alia: (Through tears) "You are a devil, Viktor! You truly are a Dark Lord... Ahhhhh... Oh God!"
Viktor brushed his fingers across her cheek, wiping away her tears, but there was no tenderness in his eyes. He only whispered into her ear, "This is just the beginning, Alia. Just as the Russian winter chills you to the bone, the Dark Lord's love is equally agonizing. You will never forget this night."
Alia was growing limp from the pain, yet she was completely helpless against Viktor's demonic strength. In the darkness of the night, Alia's screams and the Dark Lord's triumph blended into a haunting nightmare. After the final display of Viktor's demonic power, a heavy silence descended upon the room. Alia lay limp, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Viktor moved away from her and stood by the bedside, calmly buttoning his shirt. His eyes still held that bone-chilling detachment, as if he hadn't just shattered everything.
The first light of dawn began to seep through the curtains. In the faint glow, Alia could be seen slumped on the bed. Her tears had dried, but the agony of that cursed night was still etched deep into her features.
Viktor didn't look back as he walked toward the door. Standing at the threshold, he spoke in a voice as cold as ice
Viktor: "You will remember the lesson of tonight for the rest of your life, Alia. I could have killed you, but I let you live so that you can feel the sting of this defeat every single day. Remember, the price of fulfilling your desire to be a Godmother is very high."
The door slammed shut. Alia was left alone in the dark, vast room of the mansion. The marks of Viktor's brutality were still vivid on her skin. She knew that after this night, a permanent war had begun between her and Viktor. She sat up; the fear in her eyes was gone, replaced by the fire of a terrifying resolve.
She picked up the phone from beside the bed. Her fingers trembled, but her spirit was as hard as iron. She sent a message to Ivan: "The game isn't over, Ivan. Now, the true vengeance begins."
The darkness of the night faded into a new day, but there was no peace in this mansion. There was only a new, ruthless battle for survival. After Viktor left, Alia's physical condition took a turn for the worse. Curled up on the bed, she felt a sharp, unbearable pain in her lower abdomen. Viktor's sheer brutality had pushed her body beyond its limits. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she hissed through clenched teeth—
Alia: (In agonizing pain) "That bastard... son of a b*tch... how dare he! I will take revenge for putting me in this state. Ugh... my stomach feels like it's tearing apart!"
Hearing Alia's moans, her loyal maid Maria rushed into the room. She had anticipated something like this. Maria was carrying a hot water bag and some painkillers.
Maria sat by the bed and immediately began applying the warm compress to Alia's abdomen. While Maria's eyes were full of concern, she knew staying calm was essential.
Maria: "Ma'am, don't move. I'm giving you a warm compress; it will help with the pain. Viktor has truly crossed every line this time. You need to stay calm; you can't succeed with your plan if your body isn't healed."
While the warmth of the compress eased the intensity of the physical pain, the fire within Alia's soul only burned brighter. She gripped Maria's hand tightly.
Alia: "Maria, he thinks he won by breaking me like this. But he doesn't know that this pain will only make me more dangerous. He struck my body; I will destroy his soul. Tell Ivan to initiate Operation 'Dark Lord'."
Maria nodded in agreement and continued to tend to Alia with care. From that dawn, a new chapter of conspiracy began one where there was nothing left between Alia and Viktor but hatred and the promise of a bloody vendetta.